Lyrics:Ana Ng (Dial-A-Song)

Make a hole with a pistol at point blank range
Through  the name of this town in a desktop globe
Exit wound in a foreign nation
Look where she is and I can't just picture it.

My apartment looks upside down from there
Water spirals the wrong way down the drain
And her voice is a backwards record
It's like a whirlpool, and it never ends

Ana Ng and I are getting old
and we still haven't walked in the glow
of each other's majestic presence
Listen Ana hear my words
They're the ones you would think I would say
if there was a me for you

All alone at the '64 World's Fair
Eighty dolls yelling "Small girl after all"
Who was at the DuPont Pavillion?
Why was the bench still warm? Who had been there?

Or the time when the storm brought down the wires
Every phone in town was listening
And in back of the edge of hearing
There was a voice that the world, it was sayin'

Ana Ng and I are getting old
and we still haven't walked in the glow
of each other's majestic presence
Listen Ana hear my words
They're the ones you would think I would say
if there was a me for you

When I was driving once I saw this painted on a bridge:
"I don't want everything, I just want your half"